Monday, May 5, 2008

candles.

25 Apr 2008

love's a candle; Whilst it burns it warms all around it and everything looks different. But when it's extinguished it's just melted wax and ash. And charred wick, indistinguishable from any craft it once was. And for everything it kept from the cold it now suddenly seems more so.

It's so hard to disregard the harmyou cause for all that you assureme you're cool, calm and charmingyou've no qualm to take and break my worldyou're a passive attack type of girlwho lies through the crack of her lipshaving you is one thing I can't bring to quitI'm smitten when you smile with longing, luscious desirebut I may's well start setting on firemy life for you'll age me with hastedig my grave and enslave me to my tomband during my wasting away you'll takefrom me all I love but for now I simply can'tremove my eyes from your quiet enticeI want your taste on my tongueI'm yearning for you to turn me onfuck me now my disdainful burning love